I've been going back and forth with the nice folks at Typepad trying to figure out why in the H-E-double-hockey-stick I can't upload my new web banners from the Blabbermousery. They've uploaded this one for me, but now (AFTER MUCH DRAMA and LOSS OF CONTROL OVER THE SITUATION) I'm not sure if I even like it. It's sort of ... I don't know, not Inaugural Ballsy enough. And the typeface ...Whatever.I am a busy woman. I have two kids and a full-time job, not to mention this stupid goddamn Special-K diet to contend with, so we're all just going to have to live with the blog banner for awhile. Need I remind you of the STARVING CHILDREN IN AFRICA WHO DON'T EVENHAVE WEB BANNERS?ANYWAY. Speaking of the needy, Sean finally got a haircut.

Doesn't he look handsome?The drugs are still wearing off. They had to sedate him twice.The groomer called him "such a weenie" and "Mr. Chicken", which was putting it kindly, considering Sean tried to kill her. Next time, they're going to euthanize him first. Just to take the edge off. When we got Sean in the car, he was still a little punchy from the drugs. I could tell he wanted to hang his face out the window, but he couldn't figure out how. He kept cocking his head and looking at the window, like, dude, that window and I are like THE SAME DOG. Except that car window never had dreadlocks hanging out his anus.